Please let me get through Liv's teenage years and still only be addicted to running.
Scene 1. 8:00pm last night
[Me] (yelling up the stairs as music blares through her closed door): Hey Beanie?
[Liv]: <sigh> WHAT?!?
[Me]: What are you doing?
[Liv]: <sigh> Nothing.
[Me]: Want to come down here with me?
[Liv]: <sigh> No.
[Me]: Why not?
[Liv]: <sigh> Cause I'm doin' stuff.
I love Riesling. Amen.
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